Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.